Wednesday, March 24, 2004

Crystal

It was a lovely spring day inside the walls of Kriss Abbey. A young female elf about five or six sat under the shade of am apple tree and next to her was the old blind infermery keeper.
"Today's a beautiful day to just sit around."
The girl tugged on his robe. "You promised a story."
An apple fell from the tree on the old one's head and he polished it with his sleeve. "You like stories don't you Anna? Let's see then it's a long one we might have miss teatime and eat our lunch her and we might have to continue it tomarrow, but ah well, here goes. Years ago before you were born..."
Chapter 1
The Story Begins
Darkness,... total darkness.
Darkness from which none of the likes had seen before but not as dark and as black as the heart of Farago the Cruel. Ever since she could remember she was alone and as each passing day came she grew all the more evil and sinister until everyone would fear the name of the blue-eyed elf.
She was an elf with pure light blue eyes making her seem kind and friendly. Her silver hair sparkled and waved in the cool night air.
A village burned that night. Fire roaring to it's full extent showing Farago standing upon a cliff a smile creeping across her face. As the flames burned higher and mightyer her smile grew bigger and more scaryer.
With her a band of about 100 different creatures some elves, some humans, and others demons sponed streight out of hell. Her band knew that the more she smiled the more evil she became.
"Stupid basterds!" She spat on the ground and laughed. "They thought this was to be a peace conferance. If they 'ad given up nice an' easy their poor little village wouldn't be burning now would it." she said as she stroaked her saphire madalion she had gotten from a villager. "Eh what say you Thura?"
Thura her second in command stepped forward into the light of the burning village. He was a strong-built human only allowed second because of his superior fighting skills. "Serves 'em right filthy, worthless, basterds." He chuckled.
The band stared to laugh.
"Stop snickering you fools! Orlan, Ifra!"
"Yes." they said simoltaniously. Orlan was a blue haired water demon and Ifra a redish-orange haired fire demon.
"I need you two to check out the land farther up. Janos, has Moonshine and Horma reporded back yet?"
"Not yet."
"Well tell me first when they get here. Emerald."
"Yes." said the green eyed elf Jade.
"Have you heard news of Fang yet."
"No mam."
"Then collect a search party and go search for 'im. I want his head on a spear when you come back and don't forget that bitch he was with's head. Damn I'll show 'im what Farago does ta traiters. It was that bitch Rikku's fault came 'ere an' made the fool soft and traiterous."
No one questioned her athorities or else they wanted a quick death from the tons of skinning knives or other weapons she was armed with. For also they knew no one was more cleaver then Farago and she knew what she was doing. For she had been comanding a hoard since the age of 7 and even at the age of inecence she was a ruthless killer through and through.
It was dark. But not as dark as the smile of Farago the Cruel.
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